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Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine, / And I think every fellow will state / That the ‘what-you-may-call-it' coiffured way / They put up their hair is great! / And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes / In a fetching, Frenchy way; / And yet to me, there is just one girl- / The girl of the U. S. A.
I like to listen when French girls talk, / Though I'm weak in the ‘parlez-vous' game; / But the language of youth in every land / Is somehow about the same, / And I've learned a regular code of shrugs, / And they seem to know what I say! / But the girl whose voice goes straight to my heart / Is the girl of the U. S. A.
I haven't a word but words of praise / For these dear little girls of France; / And I will confess that I've felt a thrill / As I faced their line of advance! / But I haven't been taken a prisoner yet, / And I won't be, until the day / When I carry my colours to lay at the feet / Of a girl of the U. S. A.